Why Suicide
When ever there is a thought to kill your very being, ponder not alone, but to loved ones of your feelings.
Where there goes another, yet comes another day. A day to spend with loved ones in your own special way.
Depression though mounting To hold inside hearts growing pain, deciding for a day alone believing self value brings no gain.
Thoughts of waking up one day with all the people gone, to be alone in a world where only darkness can be drawn.
Yet gone are your children only memories now recall, attending son’s first game, when he caught his first fly ball.
Remembering the daughters first prom, as she posed in that pretty dress, she was so beautiful, “a real princess”.
Gone is your mate and those touches of pure delight, encouragement from all that love, those embracing hugs just right. Holding hands while walking down lovers lane, always there for you, especially those times of pain.
Gone are your siblings once rivalries that fought, yet always there for you, in times when most distraught.
Gone are your parents with a love for you so strong, as you owned their every heart, a place you forever
belong.
Mother always worried about your safety and care, dad always showed you the ways of life, and how to better prepare.
Gone are your friends who shared encouragement that could never lie, to help your every need, and share your every cry.
This can only be a nightmare please someone awaken me from this despair. Heard were the sounds of weeping, then these words" there is no hope," the wounds are beyond
repair.
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I have seen the hurt and have been there for the families through these devastating ordeals .
